Questioning how I ended up where I am in life and all other minor things that involve me.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Buried Deep

This moment is temporary insanityMy enthusiasm is down, need to pick it upDon't want you to think every minute is calamityCan't let you see the real me

I want that dream;The kids, the dogThat picket fence, manicured lawnI know it's not right to use you like thisI need an out, I need a winAnd you're a winnerhelp me outJust this onceI'll learn to like you, learn to love you

This moment is temporary insanityMy enthusiasm is down, need to pick it upDon't want you to think that every minute is calamityCan't let you see the real me

Where's this desperation come from?This need, this driveI don't see you I see securityI see things, statusI see through you to that perfect lifeIt's not your faultIt's a lack in meSomethings missing, at least i think it is

This moment is temporary insanityMy enthusiasm is down, need to pick it upDon't want you to think that every minute is calamityCan't let you see the real me

You're my shot out of this messMy salvationDon't know where these mercenary tendencies came fromThere are here though and i can't shake themI want to want youMore than the possibilitiesMore than for the monetaryBut I don't

This moment is temporary insanityMy enthusiasm is down, need to pick it upDon't want you to think every minute is calamityCan't let you see the real me

Can you feel my desperation as I take your handDon't you sense my panic when you leave the roomYou seem so complacentMy smile is over brightI clasp I grabneeding you in my sightsYou are my futureI've determined you are my out

This moment is temporary insanityMy enthusiasm is down need to pick it upDon't want you to think every minute is calamityCan't let you see the real me

Trying to collect myselfBring it all togetherShow the face you've been accustom toThe one you seem to like, to loveOnly a brief flash of the real meThe one I keep hidden

My every moment is insanityFaking my enthusiasm until it is realCreating calamity in my every minuteThe real me buried deep beneath this facade